Tainted Pair

Δημιουργός: k13739, Paula

Εκτύπωση από: http://www.stixoi.info

Flowers on Valentine’s day. Your suit – black –
as your eyes. You hand them to me. A thorn
pricks my thumb. Blood drips on the budding rose.

We’re a pair. You’re the thorn and I, the bud.

You take me to bed, lover, while you pose
as my prince. You excite me – I’m reborn.
You touch my skin, kiss my lips, rub my back.

We’re a pair. You’re the thorn and I, the bud.

Sun rises, you leave… where? Say you’ll be back.
You return, leave, return. Such pain I born.
A ring on my finger and you propose.

We’re a pair. You’re the thorn and I, the bud.

A prick. You tell me there’s another rose,
(not as beautiful as I), with thorns
as yours, (you can’t decide) and eyes black.

We’re a pair. You’re the thorn and I, the bud.

Δημοσίευση στο stixoi.info: 17-07-2009